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Chapter 278:Drill and Tempering

As the snowflakes continued to fall, the small villages of the Black Stone tribe, as well as the surrounding fields and mountains, once again covered a thick layer of snow; the activities of the black stone tribe suddenly became scarce.

This is a habit they have developed in their previous lives, and unless it is necessary in winter, they will never go out too much to avoid excessive physical exertion, so that more food is needed to supplement.

Even if the Black Stone tribe do not lack food at all, this habit is still maintained by them, at least for a year or two, it is difficult to correct it.

In considering the hands of these locals, it is also a hard work for a year, so rest for a winter is not too much, the cow master also allows these people to stay in their rooms to enjoy a rare leisure.

Of course, as the two cattle masters and infantry phalanxes of the standing strength of the Black Stone tribe, even if the weather was bad on the day, the cow master did not put down his drills on them.

It is great to change the amount of training throughout the day before to the present morning exercise, and let them go home in the afternoon to rest; as to whether they go home and continue to practice their own mother-in-law, this is not in the consideration of the cow master.

Under normal circumstances, such training is done by the reckless team; but occasionally when the cow master is crazy, he will personally practice these warriors.

Often this time, it is a group of soldiers, who are trained to live and die hard time to come...

The moment before dawn is the sweetest time that people sleep.

But just after the daily cultivation of Yuanneng, and with white jade coins to repair the body after the wound of the cow master, there is no trace of sleep.

In the room outside the door, the little hystery sound in the three girls' sleep.

At that moment, Master Niu realized a rather important question: "It seems that the alertness of the black stone tribe is still too low, the chicken tribe's heart of my black stone is not dead, if this situation is attacked, what should be done?" 」

“Even if it is not for them to sneak attacks, the powerful beasts are attacked, and with the alertness of the current tribe, it is not a big loss to live; no, we must help them build enough sense of distress, and urgently practice this or continue to strengthen.”

After thinking about it here, the cow master, whose heart was full of responsibility, directly picked up the electric horn at the head of the bed, and Shi Shiren walked out of the room door and went to the center of the village.

If someone can see the look of excitement on the face of Master Niu at this time, then they will surely know where this goods are, to strengthen the sense of distress in the Black Stone tribe.

It is nothing more than that you can't sleep, and the evil taste is happening again, and I plan to pull the militia team out to practice and pass the time.

Of course, the warriors in the discipline of the tribe, so that they can be in the crisis, can be more quickly reflected in the mind, the cow master is still a little, but how much of the proportion, it is not known!

"All the militia of the Black Stone Tribes has taken note!Here is the urgent collection, here is the emergency combination, the count is now the beginning, one or two...” The huge noise sounded in the quiet and harmonious little village, suddenly making countless people jump up.

According to the master of the cow patting his head, the militia operation code with only a few articles was stipulated.

In the urgent gathering of this situation, the relevant personnel must wear all the armor and good weapons before the cow master counts from one to two hundred, and the cattle master must be in a good formation.

For those who failed to arrive on time, and who were unqualified, the strange punishment method of the Niu Master was absolutely no one willing to teach.

As a result, countless hurried figures rushed from different cabins, and while they were running, they were still constantly sorting out their clothes and armor.

At the same time, in the wooden houses in the small villages of many black stone tribes, there were small claws crying and women shouting; all at once, the whole village was full of vitality.

To the great joy of all the militiamen, today's cattle master number did not go crazy.

It is honest from one to two hundred, rather than as once or twice as before, directly in the middle of the intentional or unintentional, missing dozens or hundreds of numbers.

In this way, when the number of two hundred in the mouth of the cow fell, a group of gasping for the militia soldiers were finally all in place, and found their own place in the formation.

After walking back and forth in the queue for two laps, the face of Master Niu finally showed a considerable satisfaction: "Yes, today I finally did not take the wrong weapon, and the man who went out with the burning stick at home; the armor on his body is also neatly dressed."

In the face of the rare praise of the cow master, the militiamen who worked hard to raise their chests before they could breathe a sigh of relief, saw the great trumpet in his hand again.

Then the huge roar sounded again in the village: "All the militia forces pay attention, back and forth two hundred miles of field training immediately, start ~"

After the order of the master of the cow was issued, the bitter militiamen of the Black Stone tribe had to go with the first cow master.

If there were only two hundred miles of back and forth, it would be no difficulty for the natives who grew up running in these mountains and forests.

Just the wild training of the cow master, where it is just so simple and small fresh.

First of all, after the collective ran out of the city wall, they would be divided into two or two groups, carrying a hundred pounds of logs, and then their running time.

The group with good luck can often pick a lighter weight, but only three or four hundred pounds of logs, if it is a bad luck, the logs selected are more than 600 pounds of big guys, so the road running down is very choking.

The only thing that makes them have no complaints is that whether it is the leader of the warrior, or the honorable cow master, they have selected a super-sized log weighing thousands of pounds in the log, and run on the shoulders alone.

And in any case, the soldier in the Black Stone tribe, the smallest figure is always at the forefront of the team, never falling.

So no matter how difficult the training on this road is, no militia soldier has ever given up.

It is also so that the only specialized small tribe of the Black Stone tribe in this Leith Mountains has been sharpened under constant sharpening and sharpening.

Like an extraordinary sword, once out of the sheath, it must be shocking to the world.

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